May 15th, 2008

My last post generated a few curious and querulous comments each of which merits public response.

Shalet recognized that the “getting” was in the “forgetting” and how is that done? Moment after moment, we remember to forget. As my teacher vividly instructs, it’s like wearing out the sole of your shoe.

An anonymous reader protested that forgetting people is a disservice, and I wholeheartedly agree. We serve people not by forgetting them, but by forgetting ourselves. When our service is not selfless, it gives rise to such tragically amusing developments as this one. Good deeds undone because the outcome isn’t self-satisfying enough.

Mama Zen, that comically astute social observer, wondered what “Porn Dye” was, the nearly indecipherable writing that appears as the single item not crossed off the list in the *stolen* photo I used in the post. I can only guess that Porn Dye is what you see when you look too closely into things better left unseen.


  1. Tee hee – porn dye. I’m going to have a second look. :o)

    Comment by Shalet — May 15, 2008 @ 4:07 am

  2. I’ve got to admit, Karen, that I’ve been ruminating on your last post for a couple of days now. And I don’t quite know where to go with it, except to say that is it possible to not be smart enough to live a simple existence?

    Comment by Holly Lash — May 15, 2008 @ 3:42 pm

  3. It is my honor to be your blog fodder!

    The link reminded me; how is Molly?

    Comment by Mama Zen — May 15, 2008 @ 6:18 pm

  4. “porn dye” could be “porridge”, but I think I like porn dye better. It knocks calcified things loose in my head while I’m trying to wrap my brain around it!

    Comment by Gemma — May 16, 2008 @ 4:44 pm

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